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 RETURN.

Hath ever man sung as you sing, eagerly mellow and
 * splendid,

Yet singing alone for the singing, unconscious how sweet
 * and strong ?

Uttering unconscious of rhythm, in waves of inspiration,
 * Full of the passion that guides and bids the song to swell ;

Seeking no lover to listen to pleasure's pure elation ;
 * Seeking the whole true song, unknowing how ill or how
 * well.

Here is our dearest theme where skies are blue and brightest,
 * To sing a single song in places that love it best ;

Freighting the happy breeze when snowy clouds are lightest.
 * Making a song to cease not when the singer is dumb in
 * rest.

Flooding the loveless heart with a strange and unknown
 * fire;

Warmth, and the passion to live making deep the theme
 * of the song —

This is thy mission, sweet singer, so speak to the strings
 * of my lyre ;

Dull and untuned is my heart till its music be awakened
 * and strong.

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